Daddy Fantasy World Restaurant Chapter 1531 - WhiChapter Little Slut’s House Is This?

Chapter 1531: Which Little Slut’s House Is This?

Mag was most afraid of the sudden silence in the air and his colleagues asking to be his disciples…
Mag looked at Heyman, who had a sincere and expectant expression, and all the cooks who were staring at them in a daze, and decisively shook his head. “No. An old one is more than enough.”
“Sigh…” Heyman sighed regretfully, dejected by Mag’s refusal.
The cooks present all heaved a breath of relief. Many of them were Heyman’s disciples and disciples’ disciples. It would be rather awkward if they suddenly gained such a young grandmaster.
However, everyone was already looking at Mag differently. He was a person who could make Heyman want to be his disciple, so Mag’s culinary prowess was obviously very impressive.
“Although I am older and a little rotund, my brain still spins rather fast. Are you sure you don’t want to consider it again?” Heyman was still trying to convince Mag.
“We will be returning to Chaos City after tomorrow’s banquet. If you really want to learn how to grill fish, come and look for me at Chaos City. I can teach you.” Mag continued to shake his head, but he made a promise.
“Really!” Heyman’s eyes lit up, but he soon sighed deeply. He most likely could never leave the big kitchen. He wouldn’t be able to go and look for Mag to learn how to grill fish even if he wanted to.
“Since that is the case, all of you please enjoy your meal, and we shan’t bother you any longer.” Heyman soon smiled again, and chased all the cooks gathered in Kitchen One out, leaving Mag and the rest to have their dinner.
Irina waved her hands to set up a soundproof barrier before putting a piece of red braised pork into her mouth. After chewing and swallowing it, she ate a mouthful of rice before asking Mag, “Are we taking action tonight?”
“We have to wait for Connie to rendezvous with us before we act together. However, I need to go out to look for a person,” Mag replied.
“Look for a person?”
Everyone began to look at Mag. Perhaps he knew someone in the Falk Tribe?
“Yes. A very important person. It could perhaps change the situation to a certain degree.” Mag nodded. It was very difficult to explain about the system’s mission, so he didn’t bother to explain further.
“Father, can you bring me along please?” Amy asked with anticipation.
“Not tonight.” Mag shook his head. Looking at the pouting Amy, he smilingly patted her head. “Because Father needs Amy’s help for something more important.”
Amy’s eyes lit up again, and she expectantly asked, “What’s that? Please tell me, and I will do my very best.”
“I will tell you later.” Mag smiled, and then said to the rest, “According to the intel, Connie’s brother is being held in the dungeon under the chief’s palace. That palace has at least two 10th-tier powerhouses, so rescuing him under their noses obviously isn’t going to be an easy feat…”
“It’s just two low-ranked 10th-tier orcs. Isn’t it simply rescuing a person, I think it’s rather easy.” Irina was looking at Mag with a relaxed expression. “Why don’t we just do it after dinner?”
“Including Gary, there are four 10th-tier powerhouses in the Falk Tribe now. Tomorrow is the conferring ceremony, and they’re most probably in the inner city now. If we acted rashly, not only would we fail to rescue Connie’s brother, we could even get ourselves in trouble.” Mag shook his head, and looked at Irina with resignation. “Let’s wait for Connie to arrive first. Otherwise, we can’t really get her brother out even if we meet him.”
“I hope her brother will be more normal,” Irina said with pursed lips.
According to the intel, even though Gary had done a few rounds of cleansing in the Falk Tribe, and killed or imprisoned the majority of the orcs who supported the former chief, many in the Falk Tribe still hadn’t really chosen to stand on Gary’s side, as the former chief was a benevolent leader, and was rather popular among his people.
With Irina present, it wasn’t difficult to kill Gary.
However, killing him wouldn’t resolve the problems within the Falk Tribe now. The Aug Tribe could always support a new puppet in order to control the Falk Tribe, and achieve their objective to influence the entire orc species.
Connie was the Falk Tribe’s princess, after all. Only when she and her brother could regain control of the Falk Tribe and get it out of the Aug Tribe’s grasp could they take their stand with the anti-war faction.
Camilla suddenly appeared at the dining table, sat down, and said to Mag, “I can be responsible for scouting the way in and sneaking in. The night is my face veil.”
“Mm-hmm. You’re more trustworthy than that assassin without a sense of direction,” Mag agreed with Camilla.
The Gray Temple’s intel didn’t tell him exactly where Connie’s brother was held. It only roughly deduced that he was in the prison and secret cells underneath the chief’s palace.
Before they started with the rescue mission, it was indeed necessary to have a deeper understanding of the area.
“Then, what do we need to do?” Miya asked. Babla, Elizabeth, and the rest were also looking at Mag.
“You all just have to have a good rest tonight. We have to appear professional so we won’t arouse suspicion easily.” Mag smiled. The more people were involved, the easier their cover would get blown.
After dinner, Mag spoke to Camilla alone for a while, and gave her a map that marked out a few of the possible locations so she could investigate them.
“Did Connie mark them out for you?” Camilla gazed at Mag suspiciously, holding the map in her hands.
“No. I’d spent some money to buy a little intel, but I’m not sure about its accuracy.” Mag shook his head.
Camilla left with the map, and Mag also brought the ladies back to the small courtyard that they were assigned to after cleaning up the kitchen.
From the moment they arrived in the inner city, Mag could sense a spiritual power spying on them. Its power was about 5th-tier or 6th-tier. It wasn’t very powerful, but it was ample enough to spy on them.
Irina looked toward the spiritual sense with furrowed eyebrows, and said, “Do we need to erase it?”
“There’s no need to. Let him watch, he’s a blind man after all.” Mag shook his head with a smile, and closed the courtyard’s door.
The night was getting late. A black shadow darted out of the tall wall of the small courtyard, and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.
Approximately three minutes later, Mag appeared beyond the city. He swiftly hid within the shadows of the buildings and moved quickly. He soon arrived at an alley whose ground was fully laid with pebbles.
“It should be here, right?” Mag walked into the alley, and he smelled a rich alcoholic aroma in no time. It was the scent of rum.
Following the scent, Mag came to a rather spacious yard. He could even smell the rich alcoholic aroma beyond the courtyard’s walls. It was an aroma that made people feel happy, the aroma of rum.
Mag lifted his hand up as he prepared to knock on the door.
“Which little slut’s house is this?” Irina, who suddenly appeared on the courtyard’s wall, asked him smilingly.
Mag looked up at Irina as he shrugged, and innocently said, “A master brewer’s. I would like to learn how to make rum from him.”